"What's going on?"
Those who had been criticizing Zhang Xiaoshan instantly fell silent, everyone looking dumbfounded.
"What's happening with Mr. Chu?"
"Could it be that she really has lung cancer?"
Chu Ying, kneeling on the ground, spoke again.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, I, I do indeed have a terminal illness, plagued by a terrible disease. Since you could tell at a glance what's wrong with me, you must have a way to save me, right?"
"I, Chu Ying, promise I will repay you handsomely if you can save my life."
Out of extreme agitation, Chu Ying's body continued to tremble.
"So, she really is sick?"
Suddenly, those wealthy families and rich merchants from afar stared at Zhang Xiaoshan with shock, their faces flushed and breaths halted.
Someone asked,
"But, Mr. Chu, with your wealth rivaling that of nations, what kind of famous doctors can't you find? How could you be suffering from so many illnesses, even advanced lung cancer?"
Chu Ying said,
